The Spendthrift and the Swallow

A Spendthrift, who had wasted his fortune, and had nothing left
but the clothes in which he stood, saw a Swallow one fine day in
early spring. Thinking that summer had come, and that he could now
do without his coat, he went and sold it for what it would fetch. A
change, however, took place in the weather, and there came a sharp
frost which killed the unfortunate Swallow. When the Spendthrift
saw its dead body he cried, "Miserable bird! Thanks to you I am
perishing of cold myself."